She Bad

It's 200 years of rust on a gate

It wind up like a toy when the wind plays, kid shit

She was blowing before the wind, tell them, Blowsy

Tell them, blood Moon, tell them, low fog

Tell them, dirt road with the rust mailbox at the turn off

Turn of the century, turn vogue of late, she feel fly

She cry out like a whisper in time

They heard she got that spiderweb (Spiderweb), that snake eye drippin'

Got that dust skin (dust skin), the fork tongue lickin' for the scent

She said: Come on (come on), in the head, though

Remember that wood shed somewhere in the memory

That's way past dead, though?

Like the leaves are brown and the sky is grey

And the dreams are shit and the mama ran away

Papa drank the gut black, you smoke the Backwoods

And now the woods call you back

The woods whisper off in wind in the underbrush under skin

The Earth crawling all the touch

Back to the mouse, back to the snake

Back to the, back to the root, back to the day

Back to the back to the fire, back to the way the wood burned

Back when they told you she couldn't stay

And the left looks right when the leaves break Sun and the fall camo

On moss so soft that you can't tell steps from breath

But they say she don't walk, she float (she float)

She float, folklore is a bitch

But the Sun will be dipping soon below the ridge

And the boards on the bridge are unstable at best

And it sways dangerously, a regular test

For the village kids, but that's they though

And this night light ain't the same, so

You got jokes? Oh, this a game? Okay

Go 'cross, wait, let the tapes roll

She bad, though, she bad, though

Come and get your picture, trick, she bad, though

Can't see the forest through the trees

Everybody come to get them some, but don't nobody leave

Don't nobody leave, do not move no leaf

She bad, though, blow before the breeze

And before the ice freeze it all over, come and see

Everybody come to get them some, but don't nobody leave

You ride squad (squad) to the coven

(You got jokes?) Got all the phones running

But no bars up on the hillside long forgotten by the future

And the jokes flow real easy and the whiskey is a booster

It's 200 years of rust on the gate

It's an unrelenting crunch underfoot, the leaves deep

The autumn left elm skeletons still alive, skin and bone

Lumino for the new approaching blood remarking: How beautiful

And the old cabin maintains a dilapidated charm, they call it rustic

Clothesline hanging across the yard, probably shouldn't trust it

Though the sheets are worn, are they worn enough? That math doesn't add up

And she laughed like the wind 'cause that's shit they don't ever think of

Kid shit, dinner talk, let 'em walk

Let 'em enjoy mountain air

It's her breath, it's a gift

Let 'em get more comfortable

Start a fire, have a smoke

Take a drink, take a flick

What you see in the static when your eyes adjust

In the blink of an eye and your mind is dust

And you make it outside 'fore your eyes combust

Fire ain't give up no lie, just left a powder the same color as

200 years of rust on the gate

It bends heavy, the hinge weak

Maybe someone find the tape

One day they all hear the wind speak

She bad, though, she bad, though

Come and get your picture, trick, she bad, though

Can't see the forest through the trees

Everybody come to get them some, but don't nobody leave

Don't nobody leave, do not move no leaf

She bad, though, blow before the breeze

And before the ice freeze it all over, come and see

Everybody come to get them some, but don't nobody leave